At first, I thought it might be some strange mistake or a cruel prank. But as I opened each message, reality seeped in. The woman in the videos was with Cale. His smile was wider than I’d seen in years, his eyes bright with a warmth he hadn’t shown me in… ages. They looked happy—so damn happy that it turned my stomach. Their hands intertwined, his arms around her as they laughed, played, bonded. It was clear these weren’t recent; this started long ago, right around the time I lost our first baby.
Pain clawed its way up my throat, but I kept watching. Cali flaunted her expensive clothes and jewelry in another video, her voice high and smug as she waved a diamond ring at the camera. "Thank you, darling for buying this for me." She said with a big smile on her face.
And then, the final blow—a grainy ultrasound photo. A heartbeat. Cali’s smirk as she held it up to the camera, announcing she was pregnant with Cale’s child. I felt the air punch out of my lungs. My hands went numb, and the phone slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor.